Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Judge groaned his approval when Michaels spread his legs further apart. He began a lazy thrust against him, letting the searing water pound his own back for a few seconds. He dragged his hands up the tight muscles in Michaels’ arms until he got to the tips of his fingers. He linked their hands together, keeping them against the wall. Michaels felt so good against him, his skin hot and flushed from the steam.
“Tell me to go,” he whispered against Michaels’ neck before licking the water droplets off him.
Michaels grunted when Judge thrust his stiff cock harder. The head of his dick was nudging Michaels’ tight balls, this time he ground his pelvis against him, drawing a low moan.
“Tell me to go,” he said again, this time reaching down and grabbing a fist-full of those furry balls. Judge rolled them around in his big hand. Michaels pushed his sweet ass back to meet his thrust and that was all the permission he needed. Right there. Right then.
Judge licked and bit at the knots that had formed on the back of Michaels’ neck. He took his hand off the wall and began to knead him there with his knuckles. Relentlessly massaging him to the point of pain. He rubbed and worked those kinks until they began to loosen. Michaels rolled his head back and forth all while pushing his ass back against him. Jesus. He was making those erotic sounds again. The harder Judge pushed against him, the louder the response. Michaels turned his head, leaning back in search of Judge’s mouth, but he retreated behind him, kissing and licking at the base of his spine. He hoped it wasn’t obvious that Judge was already on edge when it came to the spirited detective. Kissing him would only cause more confusion. He didn’t want feelings getting into the middle of whatever it was between them.
Judge grabbed the lube and pumped a few dollops onto two fingers.
“I don’t bottom,” Michaels said, still clutching to the tiles for dear life, sounding breathy and overwhelmed.
“You do now,” Judge retorted, his voice deep and dominant. He circled Michaels’ shy hole with both fingers. Not applying pressure, just relaxing him. He looked down their bodies, loving the visual. Michaels’ pale ass was hot and red from the heat. His light-colored hair was slicked down; the hair in his seam was darker and such a turn on to Judge. He wanted to drop to his knees and taste him there, push his nose into him to see what he truly smelled like. Fuck. Maybe later. Judge used his middle finger first, nudging just slightly. Wanting… no needing… to make this satisfying for Michaels. As soon as he breached him, Michaels hissed and released a gust of breath.
“Easy,” Judge murmured in his ear. Where the fuck are all the sentiments and gentle crooning coming from? He slowly worked his middle finger in to the first knuckle, watching Michaels’ gorgeous face for any negative reactions. This was a first in a very long time for Judge—that he’d taken his time, more considerate of his partner than himself. Wanted it to be good, no… great for him.
“I’m not a goddamn doll. Fuck me,” Michaels snapped, pushing his ass back, taking the rest of Judge’s finger.
Oh, yes. His guy was really getting restless. All that energy bottled up inside with no outlet. Judge pressed in further and rotated his finger, loving the tightness and warmth he encountered the deeper he got. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock inside and lose himself in all that hotness, but he wasn’t going to hurt him. If the detective wasn’t used to bottoming, Judge would have to exercise some self-control.
Michaels was angrily slamming his ass back on his palm so Judge slapped him hard on his ass cheek, the water making it sound louder than it was. Michaels jerked from the blow, snapping his head around to glare at him with electric blue eyes. Judge used Michaels’ shoulder to push him back around to face the wall. With two slick fingers he pressed inside until he met resistance. Right after his knuckles. Michaels’ legs tensed and his ass clenched around his two digits.
“You sure you’re ready for my cock?” Judge chuckled against him. “I didn’t think so.”
Michaels growled and gripped Judge on his hip. His strong fingers leaving a deep imprint on him. Judge bared his teeth and yanked Michaels’ hand off him, putting it back against the wall. “Don’t move it again.”
“Fuck you,” Michaels barked back at him.
Judge latched his mouth on to Michaels’ neck and sucked hard, hard enough to leave a dark, raised welt. While he devoured Michaels’ throat he pushed in a third finger, pumping his hips in tandem with his fingers. As soon as he nudged that hot spot inside him, Michaels yelled out into the steamy room. He bucked and cursed in Judge’s hold, going wild against him. Damn it was fun. Taming the wild man would be a challenge he’d never forget.